Hold on for this cause
it goes by fast though it seems
all night long
with a howl of acrimony
skin touches softly
creating abrasion on the simplest
of places. Straitjacket thrilling yearn for
pain,
passion,
pleasure,
ebbs and flows through your
arms. Everywhere it's touch and flee
heading for a charged up chair.
Catch a cautious glimpse,
urges pulse and writhe
beneath fabric of a
morning mind.
Unexpected vacant gazes spread
freezing heat and scorching cold
through a spine awaiting
one final careless action.
One red splatter, two blue splatter,
three green splatter, more.
That's all it takes to end this
jaded Day.















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